To Every Season BY ANITRA KITTS
It made me feel old. It was one of those moments when I had to confront just how much of my life has already been lived.
O 10 ne recent summer afternoon, I sat on a north-
ern California beach watching my daughter leap the waves with her beloved.
I recalled how I used to jump the waves with my little five-year-old Dana. I used to hold her hand and not let her get any deeper than her knees, and she'd laugh with each wave and I'd laugh, too, just because she was so enraptured with the ocean and the surprise of continu- ous waves.
Leon Zernitsky